And here's the one I've been putting off. The one that's difficult to write.
Donovan was...he was a man with a hatred of our kind. "Proxies." At least he had respect for the husks. Overall, though, he was a pretty good man. A bit of a coward. Maybe not the best person. But a person who tried. A person with a good heart.
I'm going to miss Donovan. He...helped us. He helped Poe and me. Even though he was suspicious of me, he put that aside long enough to try to help Poe back to being Annabel. He was a good man. And then he was killed by Screwtape. Screwtape put up a report himself immediately afterwards. It was...I want to change it. I want to delete it and put my own report up. Donovan deserves better than what he received.
But that's not my job. That's not what I do. It'd be an abuse of power, and if I start here, it's just a slippery slope. So I'm leaving it. Not because that's what Donovan would have wanted. Not because it's what I want. Not because it's what Screwtape would have wanted. But because it's right.
Donovan told me that he...tried being a hero. Tried helping people. Ended up hurting some. Couldn't face himself, much less the world. Stopped updating his blog. He knew. He knew he was going to die when he started updating again. He'd done enough running to know that his time was up.
He...he was trying to come to New York. He was going to meet us here. He never got here.
Well. Part of him did.
There's not much else I can say. He wasn't even a friend, but he was a man I knew and could respect. And even though we weren't friends, he still agreed to try to help. He was a good man, and Poe and I owe him a lot. He'll be missed.
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-